Picture Window

The grass is dewy on my bare feet as I stop outside. I haven’t had my coffee yet but there’s pressing business that needs doing before anything else. All night that bird, chirping at the window, summoning me like a patron to a waiter, right at the sill. Greta never stirred. Maybe if the fat... Continue Reading →

Harry and Hank… In the Fish Tank

In the beginning there were thirty of us, maybe more. We crawled over top of each another, vying for space, our battles reduced to clubbing as our pinchers were tied and bound. There was no room to roam for a loner like me. I missed the frigid waters of Nova Scotia. Back when I had... Continue Reading →

Quarantine

How I got quarantined with Nadja Friess was one-part luck, one part circumstance, all parts awkward. Her parents were out of the country. My parents were out of my life. So that left the two of us, in the hills of Vermont, with a bishop, a handful of nuns, and two sleepy security guards. If... Continue Reading →

Abracadabra

We’re in the dairy section, on the hunt for banana yogurt because it’s the only one my child will eat. The child spinning out a new spell when someone blocks my view. The lady’s eyes crinkle with concern. She nods at my daughter. “Why would you let her dress that way?” “Huh? Oh.” I turn,... Continue Reading →

100 Days

I’m outside after the show. Some kids scatter down the sidewalks of the old lower basin, where all the warehouses sit like tombstones. Cigarettes, mohawks, we’ve played the old shoe factory before, and I love it because of the sound, but the river smells like week old fish sticks. “Hey,” Zach calls out, opening the... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday to… My Book!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled posts for... Justice in a Bottle - Out Now!   Today is a day I've been dreaming of for years. My book has gone out to the world. Kirkus Reviews calls it,  “A timely, well-executed story of a teen journalist’s determination to uncover the truth.“ I'm calling it...published! Here's the... Continue Reading →

Gramps

Gramps had been getting worse over the past few months. Aunt Janet called and left detailed messages. She went on about his most recent fall or scrape and the toll it was taking on Nan. She had to lug him out of bed sometimes when he got confused. Her back couldn't do it much longer.... Continue Reading →

Metrics

I found Kurt in the breakroom, discussing the perks of yoga with an intern. I rolled my eyes. “Kurt, let’s go. The MASH meeting has started.” “Oh, is it Thursday, already?" he said with a smile. "Well, I’d hate to miss such an important matter." A slight bow to the girl. "Namaste, my dear." I... Continue Reading →

15:48

My mother took her life on a park bench. It made the evening news. They spoke of tragedy, witnesses, of what drove her to such desperation. Sitting on the same bench, I wonder if the breeze gave her a chill or if the squawk of the geese reminded her of grandma’s pond. I hope her... Continue Reading →

The Resolution

Mom said he was fool's gold. Nothing more than sparkles and promises, always on the cusp of something big. I explained to her it had been ten years and he’d had a lot of time to change. But what was the use? Neither of them would change. So I told her not to worry, I... Continue Reading →

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